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We have common enemies...

Terrorists, fundamentalists, fanatics.

All units, we're a go.

He's on the move!

Keep going. Keep your eye on the target.

Next one's for you, General.

The court sentences you to spend the rest of your life in prison.

You are puppets of NATO and the US!

I pass sentence on you!

You're a common thug.

And your man Petrovic will be joining you shortly.

It is Petrovic who is closing in on you.

Tell Petrovic I'm coming for him.

Welcome aboard, Madam President.

Thank you, Colonel Walsh.

Have a pleasant flight.

Washington Central, we now have multiple systems alerts.

Danger.

Air Force One, respond.

Air Force One is in a rapid descent, losing height fast.

Pull up.

It was my unit who captured the Air Force One and crashed it

into the sea. Not everyone on board was killed.

Are you sure they're local police?

They do seem rather methodical.

That's what they want... an exchange of hostages, me for Dragutin.

Some of our greatest US presidents have been murdered

in office. It would be an honor to join them.

My friends, my heroes, my comrades-in-arms.

Where are the rest of my people... the ones who were flying with me?

Madam President.

Go, go, go! Run!

We have the president.

Tell them to launch.

10, nine, eight...

Impact.

Target neutralized.

Okay, you think you can do it again?

Yeah.

I'll hold you up.

Okay, I'm gonna try.

Okay.

I can try...

Shit.

Black Hammer Seven to Engels Command.

Three minutes to target.

Synchronizing arming codes.

Engaging access calculator on my mark.

Engels to Black Hammer Seven, acknowledged. Proceed.

Target area clear for live bombing round.

Engels to Black Hammer Seven,

radar contact zero, incorrect flags zero.

Three, two, one, mark.

All systems normal.

Proceed with simulated bombing round.

Acknowledged, Engels.

Commencing bombing round.

Vector correct.

Approach good for bombing round.

Start the intercept.

And you, English.

One minute to target.

Release bombs on my mark.

Five, four, three, two, mark.

Releasing bombs.

Captain, bomb doors aren't opening.

Engage emergency override.

Engels, this is Black Hammer.

Seven. We are aborting bombing round.

Repeat, aborting bombing round.

We're showing multiple systems failures.

What the hell?

Black Hammer Seven, do you read me?

Initiate emergency override.

Systems down.

She won't respond.

Acknowledge, Black Hammer Seven.

Reduce speed to 1,100.

Descend to 10,000 meters, bearing 41 degrees.

Great.

Eject the crew.

Ejecting activated.

Black Hammer Seven, your telemetry is offline.

What is your status?

The afterburners.

Engaging autopilot.

Okay, good.

ETA 5:05.

Excellent work, Captain.

I can't...

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Is there anyone there?

Well, the pit doesn't take very long to fill up.

I'm sure we don't have to be here much longer.

Careful. Careful.

Okay, do you think you can do it again?

No.

I'll hold you up.

I can't... I can't do this anymore.

It's okay. It's okay.

He put them down the well in their underwear.

I'm amazed she could fit.

Russian women have such huge asses.

I have to piss.

Hope everything comes out all right.

You guys all right?

Us?

Never better.

I came as quick as I could.

Was that a missile strike we heard?

Yeah, we were playing a little game of moving target.

Dragutin gave me his tracking device.

You know, normal fun and games.

Where did you get these clothes?

Long story.

I overheard a couple of Dragutin's goons talking about

you, so I knew you were close.

The pit doesn't take very long to fill up.

I'm sure we don't have to be here much longer.

I have to piss.

I hope everything comes out all right.

Sorry.

So did you get ahold of Featherstone's boss?

Yeah, for all the good it did. She thought I was a prank caller.

I'm sorry.

I should have warned you.

I rather blotted my copybook a few months back.

Right.

Well, now he tells me.

Blotted it how?

I was set up by the Russians, as it happens.

I was running an FSB agent named Irena Burak.

Well, Irena spun me a yarn about hard-liners in the FSB

who thought Defense Minister Kosinski was too cozy with the West.

She told me they planned to kill him and seize power in Moscow.

And I believed her.

Seize power? How?

How about this?

By starting a new war in Serbia.

By assassinating the Russian cabinet.

With the world in crisis and ethnic wars in Russia's

backyard, there'd be panic in Moscow.

A strong man steps in to restore order.

Everyone's grateful.

Dragutin's friends in the Kremlin take power.

Sounds like your friend Irena was right on the money.

That's why the FSB wanted me dead...

So I would repeat what Irena had told me.

Except that this is all just bullshit.

The FSB is not helping Dragutin.

Well, then who blew your cover?

We need to get word out that the general's still alive

and he's planning something big.

We've tried the Brits.

We could try the UN.

We should try the Americans.

If Rowntree survived... Hey, I'm sorry, did I miss

the part where we decided to put you in charge?

Look, your people sold you out once already,

and I'm not gonna give them... Hey, hey, quiet.

Do you hear that?

Go, go.

It's from the US.

It's coming here to land.

No, it's not American.

It's Russian.

It's a Blackjack stealth bomber.

What?

Dragutin must have

hijacked it the same way he did Air Force One.

How is he doing this?

Okay, what's its payload?

What weapons does it carry?

Battlefield thermobaric warheads.

Crap.

Sorry, thermo what?

Daisy cutters, fuel-air weapons.

The power of a nuke, none of the fallout.

Good God.

They're gonna have to refuel and refit

before it can take off.

How long does that give us?

Not long.

Maybe we could contact Kosinski.

If this coup d'état happens, he'll be the first in line for a bullet.

He's probably the one man in the Kremlin that we can trust.

I'll call Kosinski.

Come on, there's a farmhouse near the castle.

The farmer and I are old friends.

There was a minor fracture,

but no internal bleeding or intercranial pressure.

When is she likely to come around?

A few hours.

She'll be concussed and will have a hell of a headache.

We need to talk to her, Major.

Dragutin's dead, but his men are still a threat.

Sorry, Colonel, the president has to recover in her own time.

Target is on the runway.

Good.

Let's go.

So where is the bomber now?

The TU-160 is fitted with stealth technology, Minister.

It is designed to be undetectable even by orbiter satellites.

But surely you can follow his last known trajectory?

I think we should look here, in Serbia.

Two bombs are intact.

And we have a set of army codes for both warheads.

Okay.

This one.

Then replace the canopies and wire the relay into

the countermeasure console.

All right, so all the pieces are in place.

And I have the best seat in the house.

So Dragutin's men now possess

two thermobaric warheads.

They cannot use them, Minister. The bombs have

separate encryption codes.

You're telling me that they can hack into these planes'

navigation system, but they

can't crack the codes to arm those warheads?

Phone.

Okay.

The relay unit has been wired to the transmitter.

Racic can activate it from the cockpit.

Good work.

Thank you, General.

Where am I?

Madam President.

Where am I?

You're safe.

You're at Landstuhl, the US military hospital in Germany.

I need a phone.

You need to rest.

You have a concussion.

Will my brains fall out if I get up?

No, ma'am, but I don't recommend that you... Get me a phone, now.

Good afternoon.

Dreadfully sorry to bother you.

What do you want?

My wife and I were touring your lovely country when our

car broke down, and we were

wondering whether we might use your telephone.

You go back where you came from.

You know, you really aren't helping your tourist industry.

Yeah, yeah.

Kosinski.

Minister, it's Nadia Sery.

Can you talk?

Agent Sery, they told me you died in the Air Force One.

I'm relieved to know that they were wrong.

Thank you.

So am I.

Sir, have we by any chance lost a stealth bomber?

Have you seen it?

Yeah, it's here, northeast Serbia.

Arkady Dragutin is controlling it.

I thought Dragutin was dead.

The Americans said they killed him with a cruise missile.

Yeah, well, they missed.

He's holed up with his men in a castle about

eight kilometers from here,

except I'm not exactly sure where "here" is.

You're extraordinary, Agent Sery.

I always knew that.

Let me pass this along to my...

Sir, I was... I was betrayed to Dragutin.

Someone in the FSB blew my cover.

They've been helping him.

And I... I believe your life's in danger too.

Please, you need to be careful.

Thank you for the warning, Agent Sery.

Okay, listen, we have a team at the Black Sea.

They can reach northeastern Serbia in 90 minutes.

We can do it.

Leave the phone off the hook.

I'll contact people I trust and have them trace your call

and send in a spetsnaz unit.

Thank you, sir.

Don't thank me yet, Agent Sery.

Stay there and stay safe.

So how come you have a hotline to Dimitri Kosinski?

Come on, Nadia, we don't have too many secrets left.

Yeah.

He recruited me out of college.

I was kind of his protegée.

How did he get you on board Air Force One?

Of course.

Your people have someone high up in the news network.

Tell me more about that girl Irena.

You two were friends?

Is that why they posted you out here?

I neglected to pass on information about a Russian

intelligence operative.

I can't make that mistake again.

You want to blow my cover... go ahead.

I'm sorry.

It's not personal.

Exposing a Russian sleeper

in the US media with access

to Air Force One... that'd be one hell of a coup.

It could rescue your career.

It's okay, Featherstone.

I'm compromised anyway.

I won't make that mistake again.

Have we any idea how Dragutin's people managed

to hack into our flight control system?

He would need a mainframe the size of a truck and an army

of software engineers.

Madam President, we're getting an urgent request for

a conference call from Moscow.

It's Defense Minister Kosinski.

Minister Kosinski.

Madam President, I'm pleased

to see that you're safe, but I have bad news.

One of our stealth bombers is missing.

And we believe Dragutin has taken it.

Are you telling me Dragutin is still alive?

With just one warhead from that plane, Dragutin

could wipe out an entire city.

You know, you are already a hero of Greater Serbia, Captain Racic.

You know what you must tell the enemy.

They will not hold you long.

I won't fail you, General.

Good luck.

To Lieutenant Markey.

Lieutenant Markey.

Markey.

Markey.

How long I sit here?

I need piss.

Go ahead.

You couldn't smell any worse.

Hey, hey, have you ever heard of fieldcraft?

Are you trying to get Dragutin's attention?

I just thought if I made enough noise, maybe you'd

find me before they did.

Go back to the farmhouse, Featherstone, okay?

You know, it wasn't hard to work out where you'd gone.

I just thought, "What would be the most boneheaded, suicidal

course of action at this point?"

Of course, to go back for Dragutin single-handed.

Markey, there is a Russian spetsnaz unit on the way.

Are you worried they'll hog all the glory?

No, I'm worried they'll flatten the castle, and I need

to bring Dragutin back alive.

Why?

What is this about, Markey?

You know what?

You can come with me or you can stay behind.

It really doesn't matter to me.

Markey.

Who were they?

What?

Who were they... the soldiers and kids

in that photograph?

They were people.

They were people I was supposed to protect.

During the war?

Yeah.

Yeah.

When my brigade came here, they... they fed us.

They treated us like...

Like saviors.

We got them out of their houses.

We...

played football with the kids.

Dragutin killed thousands

of his own people while the UN stood by

and watched and did nothing.

I did nothing.

So Dragutin has got to rot in prison.

I need to take him back alive.

We will, Markey.

Trust me.

You people, you stay out of Serbia.

Dragutin wants to make peace.

Okay, killing all your neighbors does not count as making peace.

They'll find you.

Dragutin listen on phone.

Dragutin hear everything.

She's here! She's...

Stay covered.

Careful.

Who wants to go?

I'll cover you.

I told the general not to leave you in that pit.

I said, with a bitch like you,

there is only one way to make sure.

Nice timing.

All systems checked.

Fuel pressure okay.

Switching to onboard computer.

All levels green.

Ready for takeoff.

All set.

Dragutin must have cut the line.

That means Kosinski couldn't have traced the call.

So much for backup from the Russians.

Damn it.

Dragutin said he wanted

to rip the heart out of Europe.

That could be London, Paris, Berlin.

Our satellite... that's how they're controlling

the planes, it must be.

They won't be expecting us.

Now you want to do the boneheaded, suicidal thing?

You're suggesting that the three of us

just storm Dragutin's castle?

We don't have a lot of options, Romero.

Your people aren't coming.

It's us or nobody.

Shit.

Any of this look familiar?

I didn't see much, just a medieval castle

on a mountaintop.

Given the range of Air Force One,

you were probably being held

here, in the Dinaric Alps.

Based on where we found you and where we dropped Dragutin,

we have a 1,000-square-mile search grid.

Pack the laptop and the hard drives.

Wire the rest with explosives.

And put Englishman in the crate.

They're moving out.

Let's hope they haven't destroyed the equipment before they leave.

Take this.

Taser?

It's silent.

If they hear shots, they'll know where we are.

You guys take the control room.

I'll keep them busy.

Go, go, go.

What the...?

The control room, and stay there.

Get down!

For God's sake, we're gonna die up here.

Let me go.

Come on, listen.

There's shit going on out there.

Why can't you untie me?

Please.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Don't shoot.

I did... I did everything you said.

Please, we're gonna die up here.

Let me go, come on.

Look, I did everything you asked for.

My God.

You see that?

They're gonna burn us to death up here.

We're gonna burn to death.

Don't... don't shoot.

I'm not with them.

Cease fire!

Yo, Milos!

Captain Markey.

You're still with us.

Where are your friends?

They've gone for help.

I'll give you and Arkady

the chance to surrender before the Americans

wipe the place off the map.

I don't think so.

Open the gates, please!

What's the big hurry?

Open the gates, or we'll burn you out of there.

How about this?

You hand over Dragutin... I'll open the gates.

He'd do the same for you, Milos.

Enough of this.

Go.

Where's Dragutin?

Dragutin's gone.

Who's controlling that bomber?

Racic, their pilot... he's flying it.

You're British.

What the hell are you doing here?

My name is Mackenzie.

I'm a programmer, a hacker.

You helped them hack into Air Force One

and that Russian bomber?

God, I am so sorry.

I didn't know what they were planning.

My God.

What the hell happened to your hands?

They pulled my thumbnails

out when I didn't do what they said.

After that... please just get me out of here.

I will go to prison.

I don't care.

Markey!

Markey!

It's gonna be okay.

Now listen, we need you to help us

take over that plane.

Ready for transmission, General.

Now this is weird.

He switched off the countermeasures.

And I'm picking up a video signal.

Citizens of Europe, leaders of NATO,

I am General Arkady Dragutin,

head of the Army of Greater Serbia.

Today you pay the price for

your crimes against my people.

Dragutin's on that plane.

For six weeks you bombed Belgrade, our capital city.

We lived in hell, but you did not break our spirit.

In under two hours from now,

London will suffer as Belgrade once did.

Christ.

He's gonna bomb London.

Mackenzie.

Look, you helped them hack

into that Blackjack before.

I want you to do it again.

Okay. Okay.

I can give you a big, empty mountain 100 miles north.

Mackenzie, as quick as you can.

Okay, give me a second.

Flight controls active.

Mackenzie, focus on the bomber.

The communications.

You two, follow him.

You two, with me.

Let me in.

It's a little sketchy out there.

How are we doing? Who's this?

Mackenzie, Dragutin's super hacker.

Hi.

You got a weapon?

I need you.

Okay, Mackenzie.

All right, we're in.

I'm on.

Racic, we're losing height.

What's going on?

General Racic, this is Fly in the Ointment.

We're changing the flight plan.

I'm the girl that your boss

tried to drown in the pit.

Is this how it felt when you

crashed Air Force One into the ocean?

You Russian meddling whore.

No, the general wouldn't

like you deserting your post.

Dragutin's on that plane.

Go. Go.

How are we doing?

I need 60 seconds.

Yeah, we don't really have 60 seconds.

I can lock the autopilot.

Go, go. Move.

Let's go.

Stop!

Drop your weapons!

On your knees!

You think you have achieved something?

You think you have made a difference?

You're wrong.

Dragutin will have his revenge.

I doubt that.

There's not enough left of your

general to have a funeral.

Drop 'em!

Who wants to translate for me?

Drop 'em!

On your knees now!

On your knees!

Better late than never.

Well, you really messed up the place.

Good.

Good job.

Miss Romero.

Colonel.

Thank God one bone fide

American helped rescue the president,

not just one Brit and some Irish renegade.

Please, it was my patriotic duty.

Actually, Colonel...

I'm sure after Miss Romero has filed her report,

it will look like you Americans

pulled this off without any outside help.

So what's the news on Dragutin?

Well, he's dead.

We were tracking his airplane

thanks to that batshit crazy

speech he was broadcasting.

French air force was about

to intercept him when he hit

the Swiss Alps going Mach 2.

They'll be picking up... Wait.

That son of a bitch with a vacuum cleaner.

One of yours?

His name was Mackenzie.

Dragutin was holding him prisoner, forced him to hack

into the flight systems

of Air Force One and that Russian bomber.

That kid killed a lot of people.

He saved a lot of people too.

I'd like him repatriated.

Well, Mr. Featherstone, since President Rowntree

seems to think that the sun

shines right out of your ass,

you can do about anything you want.

Miss Romero.

Hey, why didn't you tell Palmer about me?

"Channel 7 Plus News"

or the Lubyanka, Kremlin?

So this horse walks into a bar.

Not only must justice be done,

it must also be seen to be done.

I was supposed to bring Dragutin back alive.

Well, hey, we're alive and he's dead.

That kind of seems like justice to me.

Although it will make it that much more difficult to

find out who Dragutin's friends in the Kremlin were.

So the Yanks have offered us a lift back to London.

You coming?

Thanks, I should report back

to the Tribunal in the Hague.

Well, Fergus, it's been fun.

Well, hey.

So how does one get in touch?

Do you call "Channel 7 Plus News" or the Kremlin?

How about I just call you?

I'll... I'll see you guys around.

Sorry, what?

No, it doesn't matter.

Well, goodbye, Captain Markey.

Yeah, all right, Featherstone, see you around.

You are the least useless Brit I've ever worked with.

Well, you are definitely

the most dangerous Irishman I've ever met.

Looks good on you, Nadia.

Sorry it can't be a little bit

more public, but you know

how the Internet is about showing things

that should not be seen.

Thank you, Minister.

I understand that you're quite a celebrity over there

and that Hollywood is fighting for the movie rights.

Incredible.

Minister, what about the conspiracy in the FSB?

I mean, someone in this

department betrayed me to Dragutin.

I know, Nadia.

I'm so sorry.

It was my assistant Lyachin.

He was the ringleader.

We have his confession... Not in writing, but

it will not happen again.

He shot himself.

Now I understand that your news network

has given you a holiday.

A leave of absence, yes.

And you need to be somewhere

where you can relax and unwind.

Minister, no, really, I can't.

Agent Sery, I insist...

A token of my personal gratitude.

It would hurt my feelings

if I had to make it an order.

Enjoy yourself.

And thank you.

Somehow seems correct that we're standing here

on this new airplane

to thank you for saving so many lives.

And on a personal note,

thank you very much for saving mine.

Well, thank you, Madam President.

Congratulations, Featherstone.

Miss Barry, you have an outstanding employee here.

Steven, whenever you are in the United States, I hope

you will give us a visit.

Thank you, Madam President.

I will.

Well, I wouldn't pack your

tuxedo just yet, Featherstone.

You're hardly likely to be

posted to Washington after the

mess you left at the consulate.

Well, I wasn't counting on an assignment

to Washington, ma'am.

London will do very well.

Would it?

'Cause you are being reassigned, but not to London.

To Rome.

Rome?

And, Featherstone, try not to attract so much

attention to yourself this time?

And well done.

Sign here.

Here.

Here.

Jesus, Dave, there's enough

paperwork when you bring him back alive.

We're gonna need your security pass too.

My pass? What for?

Thanks to you, there are

no Yugoslav war criminals left to catch.

The Tribunal task force is being wound up.

Hold on.

They're making me redundant?

Come on, you know the rules.

Your old unit takes you back.

The Tribunal's grateful for all your hard work.

Hell, I'm grateful for all your hard work,

but the financial cuts...

Your ID card, please.

You know, the Russians

and the Yanks... they're gonna give me medals.

I'm sorry, Fergus.

You finally caught the guy.

He couldn't keep up his old

bait-and-switch routine forever.

Again with the bait-and-switch routine?

How many times do you think that was gonna work?

You are the puppets of NATO and the US

and the Catholic Church!

I will rip the heart out of Europe the way NATO

ripped the heart out of Serbia!

I, Dragutin, I pass sentence on you!

You think you have made a difference?

You're wrong.

Dragutin will have his revenge.

Our vengeance will be so deadly,

our enemies will rue the day they dared to defy us!

You all right?

You look pale.

I'll be in touch.

I know that look, Fergus.

Markey.

Hey.

Hey, you.

Hey.

I recommend the coda alla vaccinara.

Featherstone, what are you doing in Rome?

How did you find me?

I have my sources.

They told me a notorious Russian spy was in town.

Really?

Anyone I know?

You put me in a compromising position, Nadia.

Steven, I thought that was your favorite position.

So what are you doing in Rome exactly?

Well, since you ask, I'm on vacation.

I wish I could believe that.

You still don't trust me.

No.

The son of a bitch was never on that plane.

Markey, what the hell is going on?

Dragutin's alive.

No, Markey.

Dragutin is decorating a mountain in Switzerland.

No, they're still working on remains and DNA.

But he broadcast that speech from the plane.

That's just the thing:

why hijack a stealth bomber

and then broadcast a signal so everyone can see you?

He wanted us to think he was on that plane.

He wanted it to get shot down.

Dragutin is alive, I'm telling you.

And he's here in Rome right now.

I know it.

Markey, Markey, have you tried calling

the White House about this?

Rowntree's people won't return my calls.

They think I'm obsessed.

You don't say.

Look, I know how crazy this sounds.

No, I don't think you do.

How many of those warheads did they recover

from the wreckage?

They're in, like, 10 million pieces.

Dragutin took one off the

plane... a thermobaric warhead

big enough to pulverize a city.

Markey, Dragutin tried to

bomb London and we stopped him.

Yes, but London is not part of Europe.

Rome is.

I found the ashes of a postcard just like this

in Dragutin's castle.

What, the Sistine Chapel?

So you're saying Dragutin's alive and wants

to blow up the Vatican?

Even if that were possible, why do it now? Why here?

Dragutin swore he'd avenge

the NATO bombing of Belgrade.

That was 20 years ago.

Yeah, 20 years ago tonight.

Why on earth would Dragutin target the Vatican?

He thinks the Catholic Church

is a part of a worldwide conspiracy against Serbia.

But the Vatican is surrounded

by a 75-foot wall and you can't

even get a nail file past their security.

It would be easier to get a bomb on Air Force One.

Okay, it's not a good example.

Guys, guys.

You think I'm making this up?

No, I just think you have

too much time on your hands.

Guys, can you just shut up for a second?

Look, what if Dragutin doesn't actually need

to get into the Vatican?

What if he just needs to get under it?

Are you gonna tell me where we're going?

You'll see.

You brought us to a church?

Yeah, there is a huge amount

of ancient tunnels underneath Rome,

built by the early Christians.

Scusi?

Si, prego?

Sotterranei?

I sotterrannei sono chiuse, mi dispiace.

What did he say?

Grazie.

Di niente.

The entrance to the catacombs

is over here, but he said

it's closed for restoration.

You know, if we come out in the Pope's bedroom,

I'm not taking the blame.

Fine, you were right.

You don't need to look so smug about it.

Okay, look, one of us needs

to go back and raise the alarm.

As soon as we call the cops in, Dragutin will be

trapped down here.

He'd rather set his bomb off than surrender.

Okay, so what have you got in mind?

Let me guess:

you want the three of us to take him on unarmed.

You have another strategy to suggest?

I'm all ears, Featherstone.

Hello?

Hello?

Is there anyone there?

Hello?

Hello?

Hi....

Hey, hey.

You all right?

Is that really you, Markey?

You didn't really think I'd fall for that same old

trick, did you, Arkady?

No matter how many times you are whipped and beaten,

you keep yapping at my heels.

If you come quietly,

I'll tell the Tribunal you cooperated.

Yeah, but be honest, this is not about the Tribunal.

This is about you and me!

I know why you are here.

You're here because you want to avenge

your friends and those little Croatian bastards.

But, you know, I am glad you are here,

because I never had time to thank you

for rounding them up for me.

Markey!

How badly are you hurt?

Let me see.

You can't let him get to you like that.

Yeah, I know.

Sorry.

Are you gonna be all right here?

Stay down.

Yeah, I think I'll take that.

Thank you very much.

Markey!

I've got your detonator, Arkady.

But I have the Englishman.

If you're looking for a swap,

you're gonna have to do better than that.

And I have the Russian girl.

If you don't care about him,

maybe you care about her.

No, don't hurt her, please!

They make a very nice couple.

Maybe you want her for yourself?

Give me the detonator, I kill the Englishman for you

and I give you the Russian slut.

Markey, you have 20 seconds!

Markey, go!

Just leave us.

I want both of them.

Markey, give me the remote detonator

or I will set this bomb off myself right now.

Rome will be blown to dust

and you and your friends will all die with us.

Okay, General, you win.

You let my friends go and you give us two hours

to evacuate the city.

Markey, for God's sake.

You're a soldier.

You say you're a man of honor?

Okay.

I believe you.

You give me your word...

and I'll give you the detonator.

Okay.

One hour.

I give you my word.

One hour.

Pull the ceiling.

No, no, no, no time.

Forget it.

Forget it.

Hurry.

Come on.

As soon as he's out of range,

Dragutin is gonna detonate the bomb.

Yeah, I know he is.

Then why did you give in?

I was trying out what you taught me... diplomacy.

Diplomacy?

Knowing how to push people's buttons.

15 seconds to safe altitude.

Close enough.

I wanted him to take the detonator.

Boom.

I swore to take that bastard back alive.

But then I thought...

Screw it.

Agent Sery, welcome home.

You're truly a phenomenon.

We'll have to strike a new medal in your honor.

Watch the... Sorry.

Is it healing okay?

Yes, thank you, Minister.

Although I think I may need

another vacation to recover from the last one.

If I had known what Dragutin was planning,

I would have bought you

a ticket to the Maldives, believe me.

I wish I could.

I'm sorry?

Well, we know that someone in the Kremlin

was helping Dragutin.

Someone told him my identity,

gave him the codes to the warheads.

Lyachin, my assistant.

We knew this.

He shot himself.

Well, actually, there was

a second autopsy on Lyachin.

I wasn't informed of this.

No powder burns were found on his skull,

no residue on either hand.

And they estimate that he was

shot from a distance of three meters.

You told me to bring any evidence I found

directly to you, so I am.

I picked Dragutin's pocket while

he was holding me prisoner, hoping to find a gun.

But this actually turned out to be a lot more useful.

Guess who the general has on speed dial.

You know, when I called and asked you for help,

the only men that showed up were Dragutin's.

You knew what he was planning in Rome

and you sent me there to die

so I couldn't expose you.

Look, you're the one who wants a war in Europe

and catastrophe in Russia

so you could save the Russian

people and become president for life.

You fooled the Americans.

You fooled the British.

And, God, you... you even fooled me.

Nadia, you've been under a lot of stress.

I sent you to Rome because

I felt a holiday might help you.

Clearly it hasn't.

From this moment on, you're relieved of your duties.

No.

It's not me who is to be relieved of duties...

Dimitri.

Now why do I get the impression that you're not

telling me everything, Featherstone?

Because I don't know everything, ma'am.

Right, well, this is awkward.

It appears that I have misjudged you, Featherstone.

You did an outstanding job in Rome and in Serbia.

And I owe you an apology.

Do you remember Irena Burak?

Excuse me?

Irena Burak.

The FSB agent who warned you

about the Kremlin conspiracy.

She was wrong about who was behind it,

but close enough for the conspirators

to want me dead.

You sent me to Serbia and then to Rome.

And both times Dragutin tried to have me killed

as a favor to an old friend.

It appears that old friend was

Russian Defense Minister Dimitri Kosinski.

How long have you been taking orders from him?

Kosinski was arrested this morning.

He's been cooperating fully

with FSB inquiries, enthusiastically, in fact.

It's not what you think it is.

Please.

You should try the shepherd's pie.

I hear it's made of real shepherds.

Hi, Markey.

Hello, Francesca.

You're looking good.

Well, thank you.

You're looking pretty good yourself.

No, I meant your shoulder is healing well.

You got a nice tan.

How did you get so terrible at paying compliments?

Did you take classes for that?

You look beautiful, Francesca.

Thank you.

I guess I'm not as good at

compliments as Featherstone is.

Well, that's why they can mean more coming from you.

Is this seat taken?

Nadia, you look absolutely stunning.

Featherstone, I'm surprised you made it.

I thought you'd be busy stamping visas.

Yes, I thought you might be

busy catching Yugoslavian war criminals.

None left.

It's official.

So you're unemployed.

Well, I was thinking

of going freelance anyway, so... It's a good idea.

You know, strip clubs always need bouncers.

Yes, they do, for customers like you.

God, can't you ever just be nice to each other?

Or do you actually need someone shooting at you?

Okay, we can stop.

Well, the two of us are busy anyway this afternoon.

We are?

Yes, the Six Nations final,

Ireland versus Italy, grandstand seats.

A... a rugby match?

Yes, and afterwards you can have a few gallons

of Guinness and a punch-up in a pub.

You know, I was gonna get a third, but then I thought

you might consider going.

Well, it's very considerate

of you, Markey, but we actually already have plans.

Puccini, tonight, at Il Teatro Costanzi,

followed by dinner for two at La Tavola degli Angeli.

You know, if you want

to bore the girl to death, just talk to her.

You know, culture, Markey,

isn't something that merely grows behind your ears.

Okay, guys, please, come on.

Fine.

We'll let Nadia choose.

Hey.

Wait a second.

I'm not... I'm not... Do you really think

that's a good idea?

You can't take a little competition?

No, I just would hate

to see you get hurt, that's all.

Please, guys, just please don't...

Nadia, Nadia, Nadia,

Featherstone is tougher than he looks.

He can take a little rejection.

My God.

Nadia, bella.

Sacha.

Hi, darling.

Hello.

So, Fergus, Steven, I'm really sorry,

but I can't go.

I have... I have plans.

But I was thinking, why don't you take Steven

to the rugby match?

And you can take Fergus to the opera.

And I'll see you guys around.

Ciao, ragazzi.

How long do we keep up this girl-on-girl act?

Till they stop staring.

They're still staring.

Good.